Page 76 of Hate Me

As I followed his movements, I jolted, watching his cock come into view.

In the next second, I was wrenching him to his feet so I could get a better look. I closed my fingers over his crown and tugged, pulling him closer to me, while the fingers of my free hand explored the ink all over his shaft. I couldn’t believe it. “You tattooed your pride and joy.”

“Your research didn’t tell you that, huh?”

“It certainly didn’t.” I traced the black, red, and golden claws encircling the length of him.

“You like?”

“I adore it.”

“Hot, right?”

I squeezed his shaft, making him hiss. “More than that. It’s making me fucking feral for you.”

As if I hadn’t already been approaching that as it was.

He just had a way about him, something I’d never felt with anybody else.

Only him. Only ever him.

In the next breath, I was dragging him over to the island by his cock, making him squirm and groan for me. And then I shoved him down over it, pinning him there with a hand to his nape, his face smushed into the marble.

I gathered my precum and his until my fingers were nice and slick, then I drew them around his asshole, rimming, then dipping inside, working two inside little by little.

“Yes, shit, Cas. The way you fucking tease me… Christ.”

“It’s gonna be a lot more than a tease. I’m going to reclaim this hot little ass. I’ll fuck you raw, I’ll fuck you hard, make you burn for me, make you a mess for me.”

“Mmm… fuck, yeah. I need you, I fucking need you in me.”

I smirked and twisted my fingers inside him, making him buck on the island, the only thing holding him to it being my hand pinning him down.

I twisted again, opening him up, and being rough about it, just the way he needed it.

I drove deeper, all the way to my last knuckles and hit that sweet spot, curling my fingers against it over and over until he was roaring, bucking, and twisting in my grip.

“No, don’t make me come yet. I need to feel your big, fat cock filling me first. Please, Cas.”

I wrenched my fingers out, making him cry out, then I released my hold on his nape. Fisting his hair, I ripped his head back, forcing him to look at me over his shoulder, as I then thrust my fingers into his mouth.

He started swirling his tongue right away.

“Good boy, slurp them up, choke on your taste.” I stabbed them deeper down his throat until he was spluttering for me, his eyes hooded, as he was pulled under to that headspace where only sensation existed.

Where he was mine for the taking.

In every way imaginable.

I yanked them free, then slathered his dripping saliva all over my cock.

Holding his head steady, making his gaze remain locked on mine, I pushed into his ass.

His eyes rolled back in his head, while he also clenched his teeth as the crown popped through into his tight hole, my piercings scraping his walls in the process. “Been too fucking long,” he ground out, panting from it.

“Want me to get the lube?”

“No. I just… keep doing what you’re doing… I’m just trying not to come.”

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